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Inherited Curses

[short instrumental intro] [Verse 1] He passed the keys with half a grin Said, “It’s your turn—let the weird begin.” A leather book, a thousand tabs With notes like “Find three bleeding crabs” I grew up here among the charms Now Grandpa’s book is in my arms I know the shop, the jars, the smell But now I run this voodoo hell [Pre-Chorus 1] The store is big and I feel small Can I really handle this all? [Chorus 1] These are my inherited curses Passed down in jars and handwritten verses I search the swamps, I dodge the rot I trade in things that most forgot And every night I question why Then stock more jars and let it lie [Verse 2] Need grave dirt soaked in lunar dew? A bat that witnessed something true? A whisper caught in salted glass? Some toe bones wrapped in demon grass? He left instructions line by line— With footnotes in illegible sign I text him questions, get a laugh “Figure it out—just do the math” [Pre-Chorus 2] I’ve smuggled moss and bottled flame I’ve learned to lie when asked my name [Chorus 2] These are my inherited curses Passed down in jars and handwritten verses I barter shadows, trade regret The weirder it gets, the less I fret I grip the chaos, start to grin Maybe I was built for sin [Verse 3] One goth girl wants a hex that purrs A hedge witch paid in antique furs A guy named Skip said, “Just surprise me” A nun demanded “pain—but wisely” They all roll in, they all demand I smile and nod with curse in hand The more they ask, the more I thrill— This madness bends, but fits me still [Bridge] I mixed two things by accident It sparked, it screamed, and paid the rent I felt the shift beneath my skin Not just the mess—I let it in The fear, the rules, they start to break I want this now—it’s mine to make [Chorus 3] These are my inherited curses Passed down in jars and handwritten verses I run the list, I light the flame I curse, I laugh, I stake my claim My grandpa smiles, says, “Told you so” And now I own this haunted show [outro] [spoken word] "If you want grave mud from a red-eyed goat, you’ll have to wait ‘til Thursday." [fade out]